The horse runs fast,
wild and free.
Her black mane floating through the breeze.
Legs pumping, fast as can be.
Just like action of a well oiled machine.
The hooves pound against the earth,
steady,
just like the humming in a factory.
first trotting,
then increasing her speed.
As if it were monday, going back to work.
But lucky for this horse she'll run wild and free,
her hooves taking her to where she wants to be.
wild and free.
Her black mane floating through the breeze.
Legs pumping, fast as can be.
Just like action of a well oiled machine.
The hooves pound against the earth,
steady,
just like the humming in a factory.
first trotting,
then increasing her speed.
As if it were monday, going back to work.
But lucky for this horse she'll run wild and free,
her hooves taking her to where she wants to be.